"Look, big bugs. Rusty Mei turned her head to find Wen Jifei, and at the same time pressed the trumpet pillar sword with her hand.

"Snake, snake, snake, snake, ......snake," Wen Jifei insisted, and at the same time took the lament of the square off his back.

Wu Yi clenched his sick lonely gun and was ready to go......

They have never been rule-abiding people.

"Dragon!" Zhu Jiaming said leisurely, he couldn't help but take it again, and then he didn't know what he was excited about.

At this time, Han Qingyu's position was in front of the army formation of the Xiong Zhanli separatist faction, facing each other with his back. Looking at him from the front of the Chinese runner-up formation or from the side, he was covered in blood and his figure was shaky.

However, with a shake of his knife-wielding arms...... Once again, the massive silhouette appeared in the air. Silent, but moaning.

This time it lasted longer than it had been.

It's just still not clear.

The bone source was released with all his might. So far, Han Qingyu has eaten 16 bones, except for two horn bones, all of them have been eaten.

The first time he accidentally devoured the Immortal Bone was in the battle with the quasi-super Sean, Sean's trait is fiery, very similar to Ivan, but there are some differences and huge gaps.

Ivan had just helped him complete the thorough digestion and absorption of the last 13 bone sources.

Therefore, although the current Han Qingyu seems to be dying, he is actually at the peak of his combat power so far.

"Young Major!"

"He ......"

"Don't!"

The shouts came from the Chinese runner-up formation facing the front, and they saw Han Qingyu fighting for his life, and someone drew a knife and prepared to rush towards Ivan, but they didn't dare to cross Chen Buyu.

This time, Chen was not hungry or at ease, and turned his head in a panic.

In the old man's sad and anxious gaze, Wen Jifei silently saluted and didn't let too many people see it.

Then wait until all eyes are on you, and smile with mixed emotions...... Shout loudly:

"It's okay, he's used to it. ”

Han Qingyu looked weak and was making the last fight, but he was used to it-he was the one who went to fight like that, again and again, all the time.

Because of these few words.

Mira, who had run from behind with her freshly bandaged arm, stopped, and the entire stream was silent in a sharp array.

And in the military formation of Hua Ya, people suddenly recalled the stories and legends he had in Azure three years ago.

Then I thought about the next two years or so......

For the next two years or so, they went on the run, and that's how they came over, so much so that his best friend said he was used to it.

They began to feel guilty and stinging, including that Chen was not hungry.

Eyes turned back to ......

In the Xiong Zhanli splinter faction's formation, one group at the front looked back at their shoulders in confusion, while another group looked up into the air behind them.

With that sharp sound, within the range of the bone source's strong coverage, a hundred, two hundred, and three hundred azure death iron straight knives rushed straight into the air.

Of course, that's not Edgeworth, and the legend of Edgeworth is not only fast and mysterious, but always gives people imagination and light inspiration for elegant changes.

And at this time, those dead iron straight knives that rushed into the sky like arrows, with the handle on the top and the blade on the bottom, all perpendicular to the air, they were full of power and a sense of killing!

"Since one pillar sword and two straight swords can't kill you, what about two hundred?!What about three hundred?!" This is an extremely strong logic.

In the shocking picture, Han Qingyu looked up.

Brief stagnation of air.

Ivan's eyes on the other side were fanatical and excited!

With a hideous roar, his entire body flowed with lava, ready for battle.

"It's moving. When the people in the front row of the Chinese runner-up formation said this, Han Qingyu hadn't moved yet.

But just the feeling of forward oppression brought about by the drumming of source energy in the air had already made them have to set up an explosive resistance before they could barely stand still.

The next moment, Han Qingyu really moved.

With a wave of his arms, the two knives are out of his hands. But it wasn't the usual arc and parallel rotation of the rusty pear vortex, this time the double knives went straight, sticking to the ground vertically, and swirling sharply......

The air crackled and exploded.

Then he moved, stepped forward, lifted the huge pillar sword stuck in the ground with both hands, and raised the sword to the top of his head in the forward kill......

Soar!

Swing your sword!

"Whew!"

Accompanied by Han Qingyu's figure forward.

Accompanied by the trajectory of the pillar sword volley slashing forward.

The phantom of the giant beast in the air swooped down like a dragon and snake, and suddenly bowed forward.

"Huh!" More than 300 dead iron straight knives in the air tracked forward at the same instant, turning their blades upward, and slashing forward with the shape of the beast!

It was clearly three hundred knives, but at this moment, it tilted away, as if it was a knife, a super giant blade, slashing forward and downward.

A mighty blow.

"Boom!" there was a loud bang in the air, and the mist exploded.

There were nearly 100 Xiong Zhanli troops in the rear, and their bodies were taken into the air uncontrollably and fell down.

In the front row of the Chinese runner-up formation opposite, hundreds of people fell backwards to the ground.

Chen Buyu was alone, standing in the wind, blades of grass and soil, watching intently.

"Boom!"

The first collision in the air.

Swords against each other.

After avoiding the double knives, Ivan, the butcher who rushed forward to pick it up, was like a flying insect being "snapped" by the palm of his hand and slapped back to the ground.

He was still standing.

Three hundred dead iron straight swords!

Super Giant Blade!

Ivan stood on the ground and found himself barely moving.

Everyone noticed that he couldn't move.

Three hundred dead iron straight knives poured down, and the huge source energy oppression that came with them suppressed everything in the entire pointed area, creating a blockade and a super gravitational field, nailing him to the ground.

"Shhh......h

Lava flowed in the solidified air in front of him, and he raised his knife.

The long knife that had become fiery red with a vast source of life energy slashed at the giant blade constructed by the three hundred dead iron straight knives in the air.

"Boom!"

Collide.

The sound of dead iron shattering sounded intensively!

The front of the giant blade shattered.

However, the entire sword formation of the "...... of the "欻欻欻" still tilted downward.

The fiery red of lava,

The blue of the stars,

Dust, blades of grass,

Dead iron shards are flying......

The sound of bombardment was incessant.

But no one could see what was going on in the center of the battlefield at all.

Did Ivan get stabbed?

How many stabs?

How about Major Young?

People are watching.

People are listening.

People are concerned.

People are silent.

"Huh!" came the sound of the last dead iron straight knife plunging into the dirt.

The bombardment is over.

The debris rain continued for another dozen seconds, and finally stopped.

The red light faded.

The blue light of the stars faded.

Dust and blades of grass are falling.

People are finally seeing clearly.

A mess of the scene, knives and shards all over the ground.

Ivan the butcher was still standing, standing in the same position as before, facing in the direction he had just been, with a knife in his hand.

Major The Qing was also standing, about ten meters behind him, with their backs to each other.

"Who of them ......"

The voice did not fall,

"Poof!"

Han Qingyu lowered his head and spurted out a mouthful of blood, shook his head, and smashed his whole person forward to the ground.

He was seen with a new, huge wound on his back.

The warriors of the Chinese were rushing forward......

On the grassy slopes, the sharp battle formations of the streams were burning.

But Ivan did not turn around and did not come over to do anything to Major Qing.

He silently picked up his knife and walked forward.

After taking a few steps, "poof", a wound in the chest collapsed, and a blood mist splattered out like a thread.

He continued walking, "poof", and the second wound exploded in his back.

The third way,

Fourth ......

Eleven wounds.

Ivan has a knife in his right hand and falls to one knee on the ground!

He's not dead.

After a while, he still stood up and tried to move forward.

Major Qing didn't die either.

Judging from the results, probably Han Qingyu still lost, losing under the knife of Ivan, the fifth butcher on the dome list, because he was the main attacker, and then he fell first.

But...... It's enough, it's enough to solve the matter in front of him, and it's enough for his name, whether it's Major The Qing or The King, Han Qingyu...... Shake the world up again.

As he struggled, staggered back to his feet.

Finding the support of the pillar sword, he slowly turned his head to look in the direction of the grass slope, and looked at the battle formation with the sharp face of the stream, and he tried to smile a little.

"He didn't look at us. The soldiers in the Chinese Asian battle formation said, a little lonely and sad.

At the same time, there was a roar on the grassy slope on the side of "boom!"

Source energy agitation.

10,000 people raised their swords.

Then, the 10,000 people shouted in unison:

"I will! I will march with you, and my destiny and sword will follow you, until your banner will stand on the dome forever, or I will be in ashes!"

Don't ask, it's made up by Xiao Wang Ye and Wen Jifei again.